Blind Date

What follows is a story, but it was inspired by events described to me by a girlfriend whom I dated many years ago. I have never forgotten either.

All the participants are adults over the age of eighteen years. None of the characters depicted are real; any similarity to real places or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Please comment and score. Any constructive criticism, positive or negative, is welcome.

As always, any errors in editing are mine and mine alone.

As I sometimes do, I have included endnotes which both explain the background to this story and some of the colloquial English terms which I have used, and non-British readers may not understand. Ordinarily, I advise folk to skip the endnotes if they wish, but on this occasion, I advise reading the first note concerning R vs Collins, a UK criminal law case, because it is relevant to this story, and proves that truth can be stranger than fiction, and equally amusing.

Blind date

What I am about to describe happened several years ago when I lived in Lancaster. I was brought up in the city but moved to Liverpool after leaving school. I had recently returned to Lancaster because my widowed mother had recently undergone back surgery and needed somebody around while she recovered. It was not altruism that had persuaded me to return home, but convenience.

I had been living and working in a bank in Liverpool for six years and saving money to travel. I now had enough and decided it was time to go. In a few months, once my mother was better, I was off. In the meantime, I would work as a shop assistant in a supermarket in Lancaster, live at home with my mother, look after her, and save a little more money. My mother was not charging me any rent, after all.

Returning to Lancaster was strange. It was a quiet place after Liverpool, and few of my school friends were still about, and those who were, were married with young children. J had remained unmarried and was unattached, having finished with my girlfriend the previous month. I was not looking for anyone new since I anticipated leaving the city within a few months. It was July, and I anticipated being long gone by the autumn.

***

The morning I met Sally, I was jogging in Williamson Park. It was early on a Saturday morning, and the sun was low on the horizon. Despite the hour, I was not alone; several other runners had the same idea of avoiding the heat, which would arrive a little later. As I rounded the Ashton memorial, I spotted a female figure running about a hundred yards ahead of me. I was slowly gaining on her, and soon I was able to appreciate her figure as she ran. She was wearing red shorts and a white T-shirt, and her long, strong, muscular legs reached up to her big round arse, which stuck to her shorts and swayed from side to side as she ran. The sight was erotic and almost indecent.

I slowed slightly to enjoy the view a little longer and stayed about twenty yards behind her for a minute or two. She must have heard me, because she glanced behind herself for a moment, and I thought I recognised her, although I couldn't be sure.

She looked a lot like Mrs Chapel, the mother of an old schoolfriend, Mathew. Mrs Chapel was a MILF who had Andrew when she was only eighteen years old and was three years shy of forty years old when he and I were in our last year at school. Her husband had been a soldier and had died in Iraq when Mathew was five years old, and she was a widow. She was an infant schoolteacher who taught in a local primary school. I had had a hopeless teenage crush on her and fancied her like fuck. Many was the time I had held my prick in my hand and wanked as I thought of her,

In my mind, I quickly did some sums. It had been six years since I had seen her, and she would now be forty-three. Still eminently fuckable, I thought.

I was now curious and picked up my pace. I caught up with the lady jogger after no more than thirty seconds, and as I passed by, I glanced across at her. I saw a twenty-odd-year-old woman with curly black hair and blue eyes. She was very pretty, and looked a lot like Mrs Chapel, but it certainly wasn't her, and I ran on.

Then a voice called after me.

"Mikey,... Mikey, is that you? "

I slowed to a halt, turned, and continued to run slowly on the spot. Seconds later, the young lady caught up with me and slowed to a complete stop. I could immediately see that she was not just pretty bur she had a good figure, well rounded with big boobs, perfect thighs, and a big bum.

As I looked at her inquisitively, something about her reminded me of somebody, but I couldn't remember who she might be,

She smiled.

"You don't remember me, do you? I'm Sally. I'm Mathews' sister."

Suddenly, it all came back to me. Mathew had a sister. She was around thirteen when I left Lancaster, and I had never thought much about her since. Mathew had told me that she had a crush on me, but she was a child back then, with braces and glasses.

"Sally," I said. "Wow, you've grown up. I'm sorry I didn't recognise you, but just now, when I first saw you, I thought you looked like your Mum."

"You're not the first person to say that...... How are you anyway...... How long has it been?"

"Six years."

By now, I had stopped running.

"How far are you into your exercise?" I asked. "Would you like a coffee when you finish?"

"I can skip the exercise if you can. The Pavilion Café doesn't open until ten, and it's a mile into town, so why don't you come back to ours? There's only Mum and me at home, and she'll be up and dressed by now."

"OK, why not? Do you still live on Canterbury Avenue?"

"Yes, we do. We can jog back."

***

It took us around ten minutes to reach the house, which was around a mile away. On the way, we conversed. Sally told me that her brother had successfully passed through the army academy at Sandhurst and was now a second lieutenant serving in Cyprus. He had last been home at Christmas. She was studying law at Lancaster University and living at home with her Mum. It was holiday time, and she had a part-time job in a pub.

"It's cheap and Mum hasn't remarried, so we are good company for one another."

"I couldn't wait to leave home and have my independence."

"Nah, my mum is extremely easy-going. More like a sister than a mother.... She never grows up, you'll see when you meet her. Didn't you use to have the hots for her?"

"Where did you get that idea?"

"Matthew told me."

"He told a thirteen-year-old that?"

"Well, I'm not thirteen anymore."

"I can see that."

"Good. Do you have a girlfriend, Mikey?"

"No. Are you thinking of setting me up with your mum?"

"Certainly not. You'd be wasted on her."

She said nothing more, and we jogged on.

***

We entered the house through the kitchen door at the back. It was locked, but Sally had a key on a cord around her neck. No sooner were we inside than she called out to her mother.

"Mum, guess who I met in the park? He's here with me. Come and see."

I heard a familiar voice.

"I'll be there in a minute, Dear. If you want a tea or coffee, the kettle has just boiled."

We were sitting, drinking our coffee, when Mrs Chapel entered. She was dressed to go out. I was immediately struck by how little she had changed and how much alike she and Sally looked. They had the same shoulder-length wavy black hair, big blue eyes, long dark eyelashes, and plump lips, although Mrs Chapel carried a little more weight and carried herself with the confidence of age. Sally was a pretty young lady - her mother was a beautiful woman. Mrs Chapel recognised me straight away.

"Hello, Michael."

"Hello, Mrs Chapel."

"What brings you back to Lancaster? The last time Mathew said anything, you were working in Liverpool."

"I was, but my mother has had a back operation, and I've come home to help out."

"That's good of you."

"I'm all she's got."

"We understand, don't we? Sally. Now, Mathew is in the army, there's just the two of us."

She paused.

" I'm sorry, but I have a hairdresser appointment. I'll leave you to stay and chat? If I don't see you later, I'm sure I'll meet you another day now that you're back. If you need anything for your Mum, please let me know. Bye for now. Sally, I'll be home by midday."

"Goodbye, Mrs Chapel."

"See you later, Mum."

***

We sat and talked. She told me about herself, her law degree, and her plans for the future. In return, I told her about my life in Liverpool, the vibrancy of the city, and how much I loved the place. Then I explained my plan to go travelling.

"I wish I could come with you," she said wistfully.

"You have a law degree to finish," I said.

She smiled.

"Maybe I can find a way to make you wait for me."

Just for a moment, I thought she was serious, but then the conversation moved on, and it was forgotten. Soon, I understood there was much more to Sally than a pretty face and a killer body, and I could have talked to her all day. Nonetheless, eventually, I needed to go.

"Mum will wonder where I've got to," I said. "I'd better go..... Are you doing anything tonight? We could go for a drink."

"That would be nice. Pick me up at half seven, if that's OK."

***

I waited until our second date, before, as we left the Chinese restaurant, I asked her whether she would like "a cup of coffee."

"It will have to be your place. My mum will still be up. She never goes to bed early."

"After the op, mine is in bed by ten and doesn't leave her room until morning. We'll need to be careful not to wake her, of course."

When we reached the house, I showed Sally through to the lounge, while I went to the kitchen to make the coffee. When I returned, she was sitting in one of the armchairs. I put the coffee on a side table, sat on the settee opposite her, and contemplated my next move, but before I could do anything, Sally took the initiative from me. She stood, crossed to where I sat, bent over, and briefly kissed me on the lips before standing again. She left behind the scent of jasmine perfume in the air.

"I fuck all my boyfriends," she said matter of factly.

Then, as I watched, she started to undress. She was wearing tight blue jeans that accentuated the shape of her thighs and bum, Her white cotton blouse was tucked in at her narrow waist. Now, she slowly removed her top and cast it aside before she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra - and then her boobs were free.

She had the most perfect set of tits that I had ever seen. They were two firm white hemispheres of flesh, each one the size of a half melon with light pink aureolas and long, dark pink nipples. I sat and stared before I spoke. I said only two words.

"Oh, Fuuuckk."

She sat beside me, and we kissed. The kiss was long, hard, and ravenous. Soon, I turned my attention to her boobs, and took each nipple, in turn, between my lips. They hardened under my touch, and then I felt a hand on my thigh and then between my legs, feeling my hardness through the denim. I stopped what I was doing and looked at Sally - I could see her need.

"I'm on the pill," she murmured.

"Do you want me to use a rubber?"

"Fuck no. If I wanted to feel rubber, I have my didoes."

I stood and, hands trembling with excitement, hurriedly unbuckled my belt and stepped out of my jeans and underpants before discarding my shirt and socks. As I stripped, I had watched Sally do the same, and now she sat waiting for me. Between her legs I could see her slit was bald.

I sat beside her and kissed her again. My hand was resting on her thigh when I felt her fingers brush against my prick and then grasp my foreskin. I slowly moved my hand down the smoothness of her thighs, and she sat back against the settee, opened her legs in invitation, and watched me start to stroke her bud. Then, as I masturbated her, she did the same to me. She took her pleasure quietly, sighing gently as my fingers moved against her moist sex and with her toes pointed, she stretched her legs in front of her. All the time, she gently pulled my foreskin up and down, and I was like a rock in her dainty hand.

"I'm close." She whispered. "Put it in me. Please, put it in me."

"Lie on the carpet," I whispered, guiding her to the floor.

On her back, she spread her legs, and I lay between them. As I supported myself on my elbows, she took my cock in her hand and guided me between the lips of her cunt, and I slowly nudged my way inside, stretching her as I went. She was slippery, yet her cunt muscles held me very tight, and the feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. Only when she had taken my full length did I start to move, slowly at first, and then faster. As I drove myself in and out of her, she stared up at me.

"I'm going to come," she whispered. "I'm going to come,"

Her beautiful face was flushed, her eyes wide, and her lips parted when she stiffened beneath me, her head moved rapidly from side to side while she gripped the carpet with her fingers, and I heard a long, drawn-out sigh of release. As I continued to pound at her, she writhed beneath me. The sight and sounds of her arousal fed my own and took me to the edge and over it. Within seconds I also came; my penis pulsed, and I filled her with my sperm.

On the table, the coffee sat untouched,

***

A few Saturdays later, early in the morning, we went for a run in the park. We had already agreed to go to the cinema that evening. We had stopped running and were cooling down.

"What time tonight?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I would have told you sooner, but I thought it might spoil the run. The boss messaged earlier, and one of the girls is off sick. He wants me to work tonight. I need the money, and if I say no, he may not offer me shifts when they come up."

"OK, what about tomorrow?"

"I've arranged to go for a drink with a friend from school. It was going to be just Ann and me, but I'll see if she can bring her boyfriend, and we can make a foursome. If not, I'm free on Wednesday. I'll text you."

In the mid-afternoon, my phone pinged.

Meet me in the White Cross tomorrow at eight. PS Don't be surprised; Ann is blind. Sally xxx

***

We met in the White Cross as arranged. I was a little late getting there, and the others were already sitting with their drinks at a wooden table by the canal. As I approached, Sally waved to me. Sitting next to her was a young lady with a dog lying at her feet, and as I got closer, I saw that it was a guide dog. Also at the table, sitting with his back to me, was a male figure.

Sally introduced me to her friend Ann and Ann's boyfriend Jed. he stood to shake hands while Ann remained sitting and held out her hand. Her dog, whom I later learned was called Jorgen, was unimpressed and paid me no attention. It was only after I returned from the bar with a round of drinks, four packets of crisps, and a pork crackling that he noticed me. Early in the conversation, Ann asked me a question.

"How long did you live in Liverpool?"

I was surprised.

"How do you know that? Did Sally tell you that I worked there?"

"No, you've got a trace of Scouse in your accent."

"Nobody's told me that before."

"Have you met a blind person before?

"Not that I remember."

"Well, there you are. We compensate for not seeing by learning to use our other senses, hearing, touch, and smell, more effectively. I can hear the Scouse in your voice quite easily."

Ann changed the subject.

"Do you like football?"

"Yes."

"So do we. Please don't tell me you support the scum or Everton."

"I support Liverpool. I go to home games when I can get a ticket."

"So do we. Jed and his dad have season tickets, and sometimes I use his dad's ticket. I listen to the commentary on the radio through earbuds and soak in the atmosphere."

"Hence the dog's name."

"Of course."

***

After a twenty-minute walk, it was almost half past eleven when we reached home. The house was in darkness, and there was no light coming from my mother's bedroom at the front of the house. I unlocked the door, and we crept through the hallway and into the lounge, shutting the door behind us. Only then did I switch the light on.

"It wouldn't do if she had the hearing that Anne has," said Sally, just before she started to unzip my flies.......

Later, the conversation turned, once more, to Anne.

"Have you ever wondered what it must be like for someone like Ann? asked Sally." I have. I thought it would be terrible, but Ann doesn't seem to mind. She was born that way. I once asked her what sex was like for her, and she said that her naughty bits worked just fine without her needing to see. ' I get to concentrate only on my cunt. If you're so interested, do it in the dark,' she said."

"That's easy, do it with the lights off."

"No, it would have to be the pitch dark."

"Is that a fantasy?" I asked. "Because if it is, it's pretty tame. My fantasies are a little more interesting."

"Like what?"

"MILFs, watching a man and woman fuck, watching two lesbians, group sex, rape, spanking....."

"Really," said Sally, thoughtfully. "How would you like to rape and use me in the night, in the pitch dark?....... and in my bed!"

***

Conveniently, a few days later, there was a new moon when the night sky was particularly dark. It was a weeknight, neither of us had work until late the following day, and it was perfect for what we planned. I waited until after midnight when most of the neighbours had gone to bed and crept around the side of the house into the back garden. It was pitch black, and I needed a small torch to find my way. It suddenly occurred to me that I might be mistaken for a thief skulking in the dark, but fortunately, I remained unseen.

The ladder was where Sally said she would leave it, and I stripped off all my clothes except my socks and left them on the ground with the torch. Then I climbed up the ladder until I reached the first-floor window to Sally's bedroom. As arranged, the sash window was raised, and the curtains were open. I climbed quietly into the darkened room and closed the curtains before crossing to where I knew the bed would be. In the blackness, I could see nothing, but found the bed where Sally had told me she would be waiting, and immediately came across a warm naked body lying there. I could smell the unmistakable scent of the jasmine perfume that Janis liked to wear. When I spoke, I kept my voice low.

"Don't make a sound, and I won't hurt you. You know what I want, bitch. Spread your fucking legs, Spread them like a whore."

Beside me in the dark, I heard a sigh, and then sensed movement, and I reached across and found a boob, and then a nipple which I squeezed between my fingers. I remember thinking how turned on Sally must be - I had never felt her nipple so hard, and when I rolled between her legs and thrust my prick deep into her cunt she was sopping wet, and there was no resistance to my entry inside her.

She wasn't the only one who was aroused, my prick was like a steel bar when I started to fuck her.

"I know you want it. Your cunt is dripping for it. I'm going to fuck you silly."

I was ready to give her the long hard fucking that she wanted. My prick drove in and out of her, pushing her hard against the mattress with each downstroke, and I felt her strong, muscular thighs tighten around my waist as she forced her cunt against me. Encouraged by her ardour, I continued to move rapidly in and out until I heard her start to mew with pleasure. Suddenly, she began to buck and writhe beneath me, her fingers digging into my back, and I heard a long, drawn-out whimper of ecstasy. I didn't stop moving, but continued thrusting for another half a minute, and all the time she continued to thrash around beneath me while moaning quietly.

For a minute or so, we both lay still, and in the silence, I could hear only the sounds of our breathing. She released me from the grip of her thighs as she recovered, but I did not return the favour and withdraw my prick.

"I haven't finished with you," I said, and started in on her again.

It did not take her long to climax again, and then again, and again. In the pitch dark, she came and kept on coming. Only when I sensed she was exhausted did I stop, and then I rolled away.

" My turn," I said. "Now, you can wrap your lips around my cock."

Next to me, I heard somebody speak.

"You've wanted me to do that for years, and only now you ask me? Michael"

It was Mrs Chapel.

"What," I said, "what the fuck? Mrs Chapel?"

"You're allowed to call me Helen, Michael. Rucking someone puts you on first-name terms.... I hope you enjoyed it, I did, but when you fuck me next time we'll do it in the light. The dark was necessary for the subterfuge."

I was still in shock.

"What the fuck?" I repeated. "Whose idea was this?"

"Sally's, of course. She told me you were a good screw."

"She said you were like sisters."

"Oh, we're a little more than that."

"Can you put the light on? I want to see you."

A few moments later, the light came on, and I blinked. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I watched Mrs Chapel returning to the bed. Her naked body was almost identical to Sherry's, a little rounder, but she was undeniably still a lovely woman.

"Do you like what you see?" Michael"

"Fuck, yes."

She knelt between my legs and took a firm hold of my prick before bending forward and dribbling her spit onto it. Then, when my prick was well lubricated, she started to slowly jerk me. She smiled gently as she worked on me and started to talk.

"I knew you wanted to screw me all those years ago and I should have let you," she said." It was nice of Sally to offer to share you with me."

She paused and sucked the nob-end for a moment and then continued to slowly jerk and talk.

"Do you watch porn?" she asked....."Of course you do. Lesbians, stepdaughters, and group sex are extremely popular, I believe. Well, Sally and I can offer you something far better. Have you ever watched a mother and her daughter tongue each other and then fucked them both afterwards?"

She stopped jerking, pulled the foreskin back and licked the shaft, She was unhurried and took her time before she turned her attention to the swollen tip and sucked it as you might suck a lollipop.

I groaned.

She took her lips away and continued her slow stroking, smiling gently all the time and looking into my eyes.

"Two very horny kinky women with no hangups want to fuck you and one another."

I groaned some more, and momentarily she stopped rubbing and spoke again.

"I make no apologies for tonight. I like prick as much as I like pussy, and I can see you have a beautiful prick."

"Only see?" I moaned.

She smiled and then fell silent and returned to the job at hand. Now, she concentrated completely on my dick, taking it between her lips and moving her head up and down. As she moved, her large firm tits swung side to side, and as I watched her head bob up and down, my cock strained in her mouth. She did things with her tongue and mouth that were indescribable - until I could tolerate no more, my penis pulsed, and I came inside her mouth. That was when she opened her mouth to show me that she had swallowed and smiled with pleasure and in triumph.

We were lying together in post coital torpor, with Helen's head against my chest, when the bedroom door opened, and Sally walked in. She was naked and crossed to the bed and got in beside me. She lay on her back and looked up at the ceiling, and at first, nobody said anything. Then she spoke

"Don't you have anything to say? Mikey."

"Bitch."

"I was thinking, thank you."

"Thank you, "I replied. "But what made you think this would work?"

Sally laughed before she answered.

"R versus Collins. (see endnote) I told you about it."

Then I understood. Sally turned towards me and kissed me briefly on the lips.

"How was he, Mum?"

"Just fine, Sally. He was just fine. You'd better get some sleep, Michael. It's getting late, and we have plans for you in the morning."

***

When I woke, the sun was streaming through the window, and I was alone in bed. For a minute, I couldn't remember how I got there, and then I remembered the ladder, and my shoes and clothes discarded on the ground at its base. By now, someone must have seen them, and I jumped out of the bed and went looking for Sally or her Mum. I was still naked in just my socks and would look ridiculous and suspicious sneaking around in broad daylight in the back garden. One of them would have to deal with things.

I met them coming back down the corridor. They were naked, freshly showered, and their skin and hair were still wet.

"Oh, good, you're awake. Have a shower, get clean, and come back to the bedroom," said Sally.

"We'll wait for you," added her Mum.

"And what about the ladder and my clothes?" I asked. "If one of the neighbours sees them, the police will be knocking at the door."

"Don't worry. I moved the ladder and fetched your clothes last night before I came to bed," said Sally.

***

All three of us were heading back to bed when Helen took charge.

"Why don't you sit and watch from here, for a little while? Sally told me all about your fantasies. Don't get too excited, though. We're going to need your services when we've finished with one another."

Whilst she had been talking, she had moved an armchair from the corner of the room to sit just a couple of yards from the end of the bed, and had patted the seat, indicating I should sit in it.

"You'll get a lovely view, and be able to see everything," she continued.

Sally sat on the edge of the bed while her mother walked over to a drawer by the wall, rummaged around inside, and returned with a wand and a variety of dildos. My prick was already starting to harden as I watched her place them in a row, next to where Sally sat waiting, no more than six feet away from me.

Sally spread her legs and planted her feet firmly on the floor. Between her thighs, in the gap, her slit glinted from her secretions. Helen knelt on all fours at the end of the bed, with her big, round bum, thighs, and gash enticingly on view. Then, as I gripped my prick between my fingers, Helen moved her head between Sally's thighs and began to lick.

Beyond Helen, Sally was watching me. At first, her eyes rested on my lap as I unhurriedly pulled my foreskin back and forth, but then her gaze turned towards my eyes, and she smiled before she spoke.

"Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted to see?"

She didn't wait for a reply but looked down at Helen and took her head between the palms of her outstretched arms. Then, as Helen licked, I saw her reach between her legs and start to rub herself.

It was so erotic. Helen has tiny dainty skilful hands with long slender fingers, and for the first time I noticed her neatly trimmed fingernails and her bright red varnish as she frigged herself.

Sally started to moan softly, and soon her moans turned to whimpers. My prick was like a steel rod as I jerked, when suddenly she let go of Helen, lay backwards on the bed, and raised her legs into the air. Meanwhile, Helen had stopped fingering and had inserted a black penis-shaped vibrating dido into her cunt and was moving it slowly in and out.

Sally came first, and her mother shortly afterwards. Helen was pushing the dildo quickly in and out, and her thighs were slick with love juice, when, above the soft buzzing of the toy, I heard Sally start to talk.

"I'm going to come. I'm going to come!"

Then, as her legs rose further into the air and her toes curled, she shrieked.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The dildo was plunging in and out of Helen when she had her orgasm. Only feet away, I had a perfect view, Her cunt lips had been puckering as they gripped the dildo, but now they tightened and relaxed around it, her perineal muscles spasmed, and her anus rhythmically gaped open and then closed tight, just like a goldfish's mouth. Above the sound of the softly buzzing dildo, I heard a long, drawn-out hiss.

They were not yet finished with one another. Sally fitted a strap-on, and Helen returned to kneeling on all fours, this time on the bed, with her bum facing away from me. Then, Sally fucked her mother. She was not gentle or loving, but raw and animalistic. It was clear that Sally knew exactly what she was doing as I watched her well-muscled buttocks move back and forth driving the dildo deep into Helen's cunt. The bed creaked, Helen's pussy farted, and soon she started to groan. Soon, the groans grew louder, and Sally continued to pound away until I heard a long cry of release. Even as this was happening, Sally did not stop thrusting but slapped each of her mother's buttocks three times in quick succession with the palms of each hand, while Helen continued to scream.

Whilst I watched and wanked, they had been oblivious to my presence, but now, they were both eager for more, and finally it was my turn.

Sally was lying on her back with her legs spread and her knees bent when she invited me to join them.

"Please fuck me," were her exact words.

As I climbed onto the bed, Helen smiled at me and knelt astride Sally's face. Kneeling between Sally's legs, I slid inside her tight cunt (tighter than her mother's) and waited. Then, as I watched Helen grind herself backwards and forwards on Sally's face, I fucked Sally.

They glistened with the sweat of their exertion and the summer heat, and between their legs, sweat mingled with their juices. It ran down Helen's thighs and onto Sally's face and mouth. As she rocked, Helen held a breast in each hand, squeezed the nipples between her fingers, and watched me.

"Fuck her good," she gasped. "Fuck her hard and good!"

I needed no encouragement. I had been close for some time, and now, whilst Sally's cunt gripped me and Helen sat on her face, I was fast approaching the point of no return, and I rammed my prick into Sally, each stroke forcing her body into the mattress.

"I'm so close, so close," I groaned.

In front of me, Helen screamed.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCK!!!"

I watched her wide-eyed, open-mouthed, head thrown back, her body shaking as she came, then collapsing forward across Sally, Almost immediately, Sally came too, I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on my dick, squeezing and relaxing, whilst her body stiffened and bucked, and she wildly clawed the sheet.

I came next. My strokes shortened, my body shuddered, and then I noisily emptied my seed deep inside Sally.

***

We sat in the kitchen and drank coffee. We were naked after our second shower of the morning.

"What time is it? "I asked.

"Ten o'clock," said Sally.

"Fuck. I'll have to go. Mum will wonder where I am."

"She'll have a good idea," said Helen. "She was young once, I'm sure. It's a shame. We were just getting started. Can you come back later? Michael."

"What time?"

"Oneish."

"I can do that."

"Good."

***

It was just before one when I arrived at the house in Canterbury Avenue and rang the doorbell. Mrs Chapel met me at the door. She looked stunning. Her hair was freshly washed, and she was fully made up, She wore a long white body-hugging dress.

"Come in, Michael," she said, and I stepped inside, and she closed and locked the door behind me.

"Wow," I said." You look good enough to eat."

"Later perhaps..... Speaking of eating, have you had lunch?"

"I'm fine, thanks. I had a coffee and a sandwich at Mum's. Where's Sally?"

"Her boss called her and asked her to come into work. Haven't you checked your messages? She wasn't keen, but didn't think she had a choice."

"He keeps doing it."

"I know, but she'll be home by three. She told me to look after you until she comes home. I have you to myself for the next two hours."

She stepped towards me and put her arms around me, and I was enveloped by the rose perfume that she always wore.

"You're a first," she murmured." I've behaved like an absolute hussy. I slept with you before I kissed you. Please, can we put that right?"

That first kiss was long, hard, and very enthusiastic; a promise of things to come. Through her thin cotton dress, I could feel her body press against mine. She was naked underneath it, and my prick began to harden. She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom. There, she sat on the bed and watched me strip.

"Do you remember what I told you?" she asked.

I looked at her quizzically.

"When you fuck me next time we'll do it in the light," she continued. "I plan to enjoy you very much."

She did just that. First she took me between her tits and blew me, and then she rode me cowgirl. Finally, I lay her over the end of the bed and gave it to her from behind. As my prick slid in and out of her slippery slit, I had the glorious sight of her big round buttocks in front of me, as she fingered her clitoris, and screamed.

"Fuck me! Fuck my wet cunt!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

Oh, I want it! How I want it!"

Then.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

We came together, her words driving me to my climax, and finally we lay still. I lay on my back and Helen lay beside me, on her belly, with her head on my chest.

"That was amazing," I said. "Will you marry me?"

She laughed.

"I'm too old for you. People would talk."

"Only because they're jealous of me."

"It's too soon anyway. But when the time comes, marry Sally, and I'll be included in the package."

"A sort of marry one, get one free," I quipped.

Helen giggled.

"Exactly."

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I haven't gone travelling yet. Instead, I found a job in Lancaster at a local bank, and took Helen's advice, and married Sally. After the honeymoon, we went to live with Helen. When my mother learnt of what we planned, she offered to let us stay with her until Sally finished her law degree, got a job, and we could afford a mortgage for a home of her own.

After thanking her, we told her that Helen's house was bigger. Neither Sally nor I thought it was appropriate to tell her that we shared our bed with her mother.

My travelling money bought a honeymoon for three in the Caribbean. After the wedding, we flew out separately and stayed in two luxury adjoining hotel rooms with a connecting door. Needless to say, we used only one of the beds (plus other items of furniture) and spent two weeks examining the many varied ways that two women and a man can fuck.

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Sally will get the wish she made the day we met, following my return to Lancaster. Travelling is not cancelled. I have started saving again, and it is on hold until Sally graduates. Then, Sally, Helen, and I will be on our way.

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Endnotes

R (Regina/Queen) vs Collins describes a peculiar case in United Kingdom law, which, because of its nature, is rarely forgotten by anyone who is told of it.

It happened in July 1971, when nineteen-year-old Stephen Collins visited a house where he had previously worked as a labourer. He had been drinking the previous evening, when, in the dark, at four o'clock in the morning, he retrieved a ladder and climbed to an open first-floor window. Inside, on a bed, close to the window, a naked woman was sleeping. He climbed down the ladder, stripped off all of his clothing except his socks, and climbed back up the ladder before kneeling on the windowsill.

He later admitted he was hoping to have sex with the young woman who was inside, and whom he had met while working in the house. He kept his socks on in case her mother entered the room, and he needed to escape quickly.

When he reached the windowsill, the young lady awoke and mistook him for her boyfriend. They were both blond, of similar physique, and it was dark. Furthermore, she had also been drinking alcohol the previous evening and was described as "somewhat intoxicated."

Collins had an erection, and when she saw it, thinking her boyfriend had made a romantic visit, she invited him inside and embraced him. Collins later said that when she invited him in," he was just pulling himself in "to ask her for sex." Collins described them as kissing and cuddling for about ten to fifteen minutes before they had sex, but when they spoke afterwards, she realised he was not her boyfriend, screamed, slapped and bit his arm, and then demanded he leave.

While she hid in the bathroom, he did, climbing out of the window and down the ladder, before running away.

Collins was arrested the following day and charged with burglary with intent to commit rape. In October 1971, at the Essex Assizes in Colchester, a Jury found him guilty. The trial judge was very uneasy about the verdict, and both advised Collins to appeal and issued him with a certificate granting permission to do this. Despite this, he was forced to follow guidelines, and Collins was sentenced to twenty-one months' imprisonment.

In May 1972, at the Court of Appeal, the sentence was quashed. Neither Collins nor the woman could remember whether he was inside or outside the room when she invited him. If he were outside the room when he was invited inside, he could not be guilty of burglary. Neither could he be charged with rape since the intercourse was consensual.

The case hinged upon whether any part of him had entered the threshold of the room when he was invited inside and was kneeling on the windowsill with an erection jutting out in front of him.

There was reasonable doubt, and he was declared innocent.

One of the appeal judges, Edmund Davies LJ, choosing his words, commented that it was important to prove that Collins made an "effective and substantial entry" before his invitation into the bedroom. He also remarked that only his big toe might have been in the room at the time.

Another Appeal Court judge described this case as extraordinary and farcical.

Despite its apparent levity, this is an important criminal law case in the United Kingdom because it clarifies the definition of trespass, which is a legal requirement for burglary.

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Scouse is English spoken with a Liverpool accent, and a Scouser is a native of Liverpool. This is a commonly used English slang term originating from the cheap sailor's stew called lobscouse that was, in the past, the main meal of the day for seamen and dockers in the city.

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The scum is how Liverpool Football Club supporters describe Manchester United Football Club. The cities lie thirty miles apart, and there is great rivalry and animosity between the supporters of the two clubs.

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Everton is the second, and less successful Premiere League team, based in Liverpool.

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The guide dog is named for Jürgen Klopp, the German manager of Liverpool FC between 2015 and 2024, during which time he transformed the team into a winning side once more. Before 2020, Liverpool had not won the top English football league for thirty years. Under Klopp, in 2020, they simultaneously held the titles of English Premiere League champions, European champions, European Super Cup winners, and World Club champions. Additionally, they won the double of the FA Cup and EFL Cup in 2022. The team that Klopp built was inherited by the Dutchman, Arne Slot, who managed them to a further Premiere League title in 2025, the year following Klopp's resignation.

Klopp was immensely popular both within the club and with the supporters and is remembered as one of the great Liverpool managers.

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